The number one and two bosses of the dignified shadow agency took advantage of the drunkenness and broke the neck of an unidentified spy. The prisoner who had finally been captured alive finally succeeded in killing him with the combined efforts of the two.

, this matter... is indeed not very glorious.

After Fang Zheng and Wen Sen sobered up, they looked at each other with a somewhat embarrassed expression. Then they glanced at the dozens of shadow subordinates surrounding them. Each of them suppressed their smiles and tried to keep a straight face, wanting to smile.

He didn't dare to smile, which made Fang Zheng feel a little angry.

"Ahem,... no one is allowed to tell anyone what happened today. This is a state secret. Anyone who violates it will be silenced!" Fang Zheng said fiercely.

"Yes, yes, whoever speaks out will die!" Wen Sen nodded vigorously, expressing his extreme support for Fang Zheng's decision.

Glancing at the unlucky spy lying on the ground who had expired, Fang Zheng sighed: "I originally planned to catch him alive and go back for interrogation, but...who then, take him away, don't throw him on the street and scare the people.

, by the way, write down his appearance and see if I can find any useful clues to find out who sent this unlucky guy."

Everyone responded in unison. Fang Zheng called Wen Sen aside and asked in a low voice: "Have you noticed that something is wrong with the atmosphere in the capital these days?"

Wen Sen opened his eyes wide: "Your Excellency, you have also noticed it? I always thought it was my illusion. I always feel that there is something strange in the capital recently, but I can't tell what is strange. It turns out that Your Excellency has noticed it a long time ago..."

Fang Zheng smiled proudly and said: "Of course, so no matter when and where, you must remain highly alert to the surrounding environment. If the wind direction is wrong, you have to run away immediately. Otherwise, you can say that I am the leader, you

He is a subordinate, do you know why?".

Wen Sen immediately realized what was going on and said, "Because your Excellency is more foresighted than your subordinates."

Fang Zheng patted his shoulder approvingly: "Yes, you are very promising. When I get promoted in the future, I will definitely promote you."

Then Fang Zheng whispered: "Send a few capable people to find a way to sneak into the homes of officials of the second rank and above in the court to collect information and find out what is going on in the capital recently. I don't need to tell you how to collect it.

Really? You are more professional than me in this matter."

Wen Sen responded solemnly.

After giving the instructions, Fang Zheng ordered everyone to disperse and returned to his house.

After a few days of rest without wind and waves, Fang Zheng lived a few days of leisurely life like a rich young man without leaving home.

Wen Sen had already begun to secretly recruit people. He strictly followed Fang Zheng's instructions and tried his best to select ordinary-looking people with good qualifications among the common people. These people came from all walks of life, including students from academies and salesmen in the trade.

There are country men who travel from village to village, and there are also thieves and thieves imprisoned in cells. In short, the entire shadow reserve manpower is simply a hodgepodge of people, and there are all kinds of people. This group of people gathered in the new training camp of the shadow agency.

There are people reading, quarreling, chatting, fighting, and even doing business and cooperation with each other. The whole camp has become as messy as a vegetable market. Wen Sen has been having a lot of headaches recently because of this.

In order to realize the idea of ​​establishing an ancient special forces force, Fang Zheng transferred a hundred refined sergeants from Feng Qiudao's Shenwu Army and sent them to the training camp. He also asked Feng Qiudao to send troops to surround the newly built camp.

The area within one mile is designated as a military restricted area, and waist badges and identities must be strictly checked when entering or exiting.

Since then, the secret agent organization structure of the shadow agency has finally taken shape. The members who will successfully graduate from this camp will be special talents who combine various skills such as spying, assassination, interrogation, and lurking. Whether it is against

They will all play an important role in investigating officials internally, clearing out rebellions, spying on military intelligence externally, assassinating high-ranking enemy generals, etc.…

But now Fang Zheng has a problem, that is, he can't find a good teacher to teach the newcomers the art of fighting. He knows that the former shadow subordinates were like thieves when performing tasks. If they were discovered, they would have no choice but to run for their lives.

Just death. This is not what Fang Zheng wants. After all, what he wants to train is a group of elites who can spy and kill, not a group of sneaky thugs. How can the special forces who kill the enemy invisibly follow them?

Is there an equal sign between thieves who steal manhole covers in the middle of the night?

Although there were many people who were proficient in martial arts in ancient times, I don’t know why. Throughout the dynasties, no matter whether the person in power was a wise king or a faint king, and whether the world was prosperous or troubled, the people who practiced martial arts among the people seemed to be always on the opposite side of the court, as if they were learning martial arts.

The purpose of acquiring martial arts is to be ready to rebel at any time.

This kind of psychology is not easy to explain. People with martial arts skills must feel that they are capable people, but the imperial court has always believed that "a chivalrous person violates the prohibition with martial arts." This sentence has caused dissatisfaction among many martial arts people, but one person

No matter how capable they are, they can never defeat the huge state machine. Therefore, it may be understandable for martial arts practitioners to feel jealousy towards a being that is more powerful than them.

Wen Sen secretly visited many well-known martial arts masters and martial arts heroes in the capital. When others heard that they were working for the imperial court, they declined politely. When Wen Sen reported to Fang Zheng with a grimace, Fang Zheng couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

What do these ancient practitioners mean? They just teach a group of apprentices, get good food and drink, and get money. If you teach well, you might even be able to work as an official. From then on, you will be given a wife and a shadow, and you will have a decent life, and you can go shopping in Qingting.

Carriage, the boys don't dare to ask you for tips. You don't do such a good thing. How stupid are you? Now everyone has been recruited, and everyone is eagerly waiting for the instructor. Where can I find an instructor for them?

Fang Zheng sighed heavily. After just a few days of leisure, something happened again. How about I ask Xiaolu to teach them? No, my wife is so cute, how could I put her in that group of dirty and dirty people?

Why don't you go among the stinky old men? Although I am great, I am not great yet.

After sending Wen Sen away, Fang Zheng frowned and walked to his small courtyard, worrying as he walked, where to find a teacher?

At this time, only a few dull sounds of "Puff, Puff" were heard, interrupting Fang Zheng's thoughts. When he looked up, he saw the killer brother practicing his flying knife in the courtyard.

A few straw men were stabbed about thirty steps away from the killer brother. The killer brother held a few throwing knives the size of fruit knives in his hands. He didn't even take aim. He shook his hand and threw them out. The flying knives were like

As if it had eyes, the knife hit the straw man's throat, and every throw was accurate.

Fang Zheng was secretly dumbfounded. If all my subordinates learned Brother Killer's knife-throwing skills, let alone gathering intelligence, even if they were to join a million-strong army, it would still be just a joke. If they don't do well, they won't be able to survive.

, you can at least bang the gong a few times on the street, and the rich can help you make money, and the poor can go home and use the money to help you make money, and then blindfold yourself and play a throwing knife to shoot apples to support yourself, how nice it is...

…

It's a pity that Fang Zheng begged the killer brother last time, saying that no one else would do it, and capable people are always very attractive. This is why Fang Zheng has always been approachable from time to time. - In addition to being handsome, he feels that he is

There's nothing to pull off.

With a flattering smile on his face, Fang Zheng planned to try again to convince the killer brother.

After rubbing his hands, Fang Zheng approached Brother Killer and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Wow! Brother Killer is so awesome! I admire you so much!"

The killer brother glanced at him coldly, "...Hypocrisy!"

After saying that, he turned back and continued practicing flying knives.

Fang Zheng smiled awkwardly and said: "Brother Killer, hehe, are you busy? How about I discuss something with you?"….

Seeing that the killer had no reaction, Fang Zheng emphasized again: "It has something to do with money."

As soon as he heard that it was related to silver, the killer brother immediately stopped and said, "Say."

"It's what I told you last time, teach my unqualified subordinates some fighting skills..."

The killer brother shook his head before Fang Zheng finished speaking: "No need to talk."

"Why...why?" Even if you don't agree, it would be too rude to not let anyone finish what he said. Fang Zheng was a little unhappy.

"Not interested." The killer brother's answer was always concise and to the point.

Fang Zheng understood a little bit at this moment. The only people he knew who were really good at martial arts, apart from Xiao Lu, was Brother Killer. After being in contact with each other for a long time, Fang Zheng also vaguely knew some of the so-called rules of the world. People in the martial arts world all pay attention to "

"Take care of yourself", no matter how rotten your things are, they are passed down from your ancestors, so you have to hide them in the safe at home. If you want to learn, you have to pass a series of tests. Not only do you have to pass five levels and kill six generals, but you also have to

After killing the ultimate boss, he could formally become a disciple and learn the art. Fang Zheng wondered if the killer brother also had this idea.

"Could it be that you want all my subordinates to kowtow to you and become disciples before you are willing to teach? No, their boss is the emperor. The emperor will be unhappy if he finds out..." Fang Zheng was confused.

The killer brother gave him a strange look: "Who said I want them to become my disciples?"

"Then why don't you want to teach me?"

"I don't like crowded places."

The co-author of this killer uncle turned out to be autistic and liked to work part-time as an otaku at home. I don’t know if his time in Fang Mansion made him live too comfortably. This killer uncle was a bit of a free-for-all and just waited to die.

That makes sense. Something is wrong. It seems that this killer is more like a dandy than me. But Master, I, a dandy from an authentic time-honored brand, run errands for the country and the people all day long. I am so busy that my feet never touch the ground.

what?

Suppressing his grief and anger, Fang Zheng smiled and said: "I can give you money, a lot of money. Think about it, white flowers, shiny, ingot after ingot, lump after lump, how tempting it is.

ah……"

The killer brother still seemed unmoved.

Fang Zheng continued: "...Actually, I know that a peerless master like you takes fame and wealth very lightly. The so-called fame and wealth are just like floating clouds in your eyes...so I am embarrassed to always

Talking about money with you makes us look so vulgar. I can only say that you are cultivating elites for the country and the nation. With your help, the people of the Hua Dynasty can live a more secure life. Well, in this way

It seems that we are much nobler... What is the saying? A great chivalrous man is lawless. Ahem, it seems wrong. A great chivalrous man serves the country and the people..."

The killer brother suddenly interjected: "How much?"

Fang Zheng replied without raising his head: "More than five hundred, not many people..."

The killer brother said impatiently: "I'm asking you how much money you will give?"

Fang Zheng was shocked: "Ah? Uh...you agreed?"

The killer brother nodded: "Old rule, give money first and then do things."

Fang Zheng was a little disappointed when he heard this, and he agreed so quickly? This brother's ideological work has just started, and he is still not finished. The killer's work is too unqualified, why don't you be pretentious for a while...

Then Fang Zheng was overjoyed. This guy agreed, which saved me a lot of worry. I didn't have to search for instructors for those subordinates all over the world.

"...How about one thousand taels of silver a month?" Fang Zheng asked tentatively.

"Two thousand a month." The killer brother also raised the price as ruthlessly as his throwing knife.

"Deal!" Fang Zheng agreed readily this time. After all, the money spent was public money, so he didn't need to pay for it out of his own pocket. He didn't feel bad about spending it no matter what...

"Hey, why did you suddenly change your mind? Didn't you say you were not interested just now?".

"Silver." The killer brother said two words from between his teeth.

Fang Zheng sweated profusely and wasted a long time talking. After all, it was the money that impressed him. If he had known that I would talk nonsense to him, I would have just hit him with the money.

"...I thought it was more than just money."
To be continued...